The walk back to the office was probably the first decent part of his day. Things weren't perfect but he didn't feel terrible. Maybe that 

whiskey

was actually helping after all.

On the way, a bigger, 

blue collar

man was walking in a rude manner, forcing the oncoming pedestrians to have to squeeze by. One such person was an elderly woman, who gasped as she squeezed by.

"I can't believe this." Greg said. He and Dempsey had been walking behind this guy staring at the back of his head for three blocks, but finally Greg was pissed. "Can you believe this guy?"

The man turned around. The elderly lady who had just squeezed by stopped to look. More and more on the sidewalk were looking at Greg and The Blue Collar Man staring at each other. Dempsey stood there, holding onto his coat, which he had not put on after leaving the bistro because the day turned out to be a sizzler, waiting for the The Blue Collar Man to say something back.

But he said nothing. Instead Greg stuck his arm out, palms facing up and shook it towards him. "Who do you think you are? Taking the entire god damn sidewalk?"